Xiao Yan sat on his knees and kept on summoning his mantras. The flames on his body surged non-stop.
The dark purplish-blue flames was the Nefarious Spectral Primordial Fire.
The bright and pure gold flames belonged to the Grand Sun Primordial Fire.
And the golden flames that flashed with red and blue was the Nanming Primordial Fire.
The 3 Primordial Fires took turns to appear on Xiao Yan’s body, recycling again and again.
Due to the chaos wreaked by the Primordial Fire in his body, Xiao Yan had been cultivating quietly during this period. He tried to mend the flaws in his ambitious yet unstable foundation.
As if he was a new wine being fermented, the smell of it was no longer so strong and was starting to release a thick scent.
To Xiao Yan, it was also an invaluable experience for him to build himself up. This would allow him to overcome the Tribulations of the Yin Wind successfully.
